Nov 2012
i.
chemo
makes
of each bone
a wind chime
which
in poetry
would be
some first
house
beauty
but
in the body
of my father
no
ii.
it is cruel to hang anything above a baby’s crib
iii.
I can only guess
I was happy
in the womb
with how
my mother
looked
chemo
makes
of each bone
a wind chime
which
in poetry
would be
some first
house
beauty
but
in the body
of my father
no
ii.
it is cruel to hang anything above a baby’s crib
iii.
I can only guess
I was happy
in the womb
with how
my mother
looked
